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Look at the phone. 

Block the number. 

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pashieon​:

Even if he wanted to, Anakin doesn’t actually know how to get back to the apartment he’s housed in; he’s become completely turned around in the mist. He doesn’t say that, of course, but instead says, with clear distaste, ❝ Return? And then what, we just sit around? ❞ The mere thought of just waiting and doing nothing irks him. It’d be so boring. He wouldn’t be out here in the first place if he were content with just waiting everything out in his apartment room…

Plus, if this strange mist can spawn corporeal, physical threats like the droids, then who’s to say that they’d truly be safe if they continued to stay here, in an enclosed space or not? ❝ No thanks. I say we go that way and get out of here. ❞

Anakin’s gaze flits downwards, to the ankle the other is favoring. If it really comes down to it, Anakin can just carry him. It’s not that big of a deal.

And this guy’s just a civilian. He needn’t owe Anakin anything. ❝ …You think you can make it? ❞

God this is like talking with Aresh now. Though that one would at least prioritize Seiichirou - but the stubborn pigheadedness is the same. Yes! He’d very much like to ‘ just sit around’. What is the purpose wandering around in the mist looking for trouble? God!! 

Not to mention this guy just happens to be Seiichirou’s currently only anchor to potential safety. And now he’s concerned huh? How mindful of him! 

“ ... “

“ I’ll just have to I suppose! Well, there’s little I can do myself, I’m afraid! “ he mumbles from between gritted teeth, “ my life is at your hands so it is indeed your choice! I can’t exactly afford childish temper tantrums here. Please don’t mind something as small as my poor foot! “

Each and every word, syllable and sound seeps passive-aggressive tone underlining the obvious frustration.

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prieldi​:

Well, the idea of it being the bird’s own voice hadn’t really occurred to him prior, but now that it’s been brought up… the thought of a bird with a ‘deep, chesty voice’ is honestly a little unsettling.

…But it’s not off-putting enough to smother his curiosity, because his wide-eyed gaze wanders back to the creature, thoughtful.

Peter runs a hand through his hair and lets out a breath. ❝ …Man, yeah, that’s – that’s really. Uh. ❞ Weird? Interesting? Both, probably. He doesn’t settle on any particular descriptor and opts instead to cut himself off and move on. ❝ So it’s just – random? ❞ He actually looks a little disappointed. ❝ I kinda – I mean, I wish I could see it… ❞

“ Strange indeed... “

For such a small creature it certainly contains many mysteries....

“ Yes, I think so. “

“ Keep in mind I’m no specialist though. Maybe you can find a scholar studying them... “

He’s not so sure how these birds work but he’s yet to heard them singing in the daytime. Taking one apart sounds interesting but he himself isn’t up for such a rough task he’d have to admit. 

“ Depending on the length of your stay here you might see be able ... Maybe if you come here early in the morning? Or late. “

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inheritedname​:

A hiccup rings out instead of an answer, and an embarrassed look sets upon their face. Barely hidden by the cowl, they look away – eyes darting elsewhere. Shame hadn’t risen up yet, but it seemed that they were a bit light on their feet…

“I do insist, mate.”

But then, his unsteady mannerisms had him get called out - and his head was hurting.

He slurs, “I really… don’t know what you’re talking about…” Cue eyes closing.

“ .... “

“ Is that so. “ 

Seiichirou finishes the bottoms of his own drink with one swig, ordering another before he gets up. He doesn’t leave but he remains standing. Maybe this’ll be the way to go about this. 

“ Then you should have no qualms if I want to free the spot? “

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In a way talking to this guy reminds him of talking to some of his superiors in Tokyo. Their circumstances of talk are different and here it leans to more lighthearted side but even so... the impression stays. He’s thinking one of the more inept bosses that spend so much time boasting their abilities while creating little results with more thanks to the workers than anything they’ve done. 

But perhaps he’s being a little harsh. The guy’s just talking a lot.

“ Well. It’s not my first time in another universe either... But indeed. it’s been a long time.

He could turn all sentimental there but not in front of this one. Is he really boasting of potentially carrying ability to kidnap others in front of someone who too has been in fact taken from his home. Twice even. 

“ Ahh. Is that so? I wonder how they even caught you then. “

“ Please by all means share these plans! I’m very interested on your business prospects.“

He’s speaking all flatly. 

     Kicking back on a beach chair in the Golden Ward, Eggman sat with his hands behind his head, brows furrowed as he looked out and beyond to the nearby ocean, and the amusement park nearby. While he wasn’t happy to have an involuntary vacation, it sure didn’t mean he couldn’t sit back and actually enjoy himself— in-between the sudden plans he had to make to conquer this place, anyways.

And though he normally preferred the company of robots, he’d managed to heckle a passing stooge to sit with him and answer his questions. Something he certainly didn’t act grateful for, but perhaps due to the warm summer sun, he came off as at least passingly decent.

“— You’ve been here that long? Yeesh. You know, I’m almost impressed with this whole little charade! … Emphasis on almost. I’d do a far better job myself!”

“Interdimensional kidnapping aside, constructing a playground like this is child’s play for a genius such as myself,” he rambles, extending a hand to his right to grab at his nearby martini— missing twice before latching onto it with his grubby hands and bringing the bendy straw to his mouth.

Crossing his legs, he glances over at Seiichirou, grinning deviously.

“And it’d look a lot better than this, let me tell you! Oohohoho!”

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𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  001 : THE OUTSIDE .

NAME :  Seiichirou Kondou EYE  COLOUR : brown HAIR  STYLE   /   COLOR : black hair. constantly tussled, messy hair that looks like its missing combing and to be fair it is. HEIGHT :  177 cm CLOTHING  STYLE :  business like, fairly ordinary, definitely office proof, he does own slacks too though. likes to wear the Romani office outfit still but also suits etc. PHYSICAL  FEATURE :   scrawny, shadows under eyes, complexion pale, he looks very tired most of the time so when he’s doing really good its shows lmao. 

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  002 : THE INSIDE .

FEARS : ‘nonexistence’, lack of productivity GUILTY PLEASURES :  smoking BIGGEST PET PEEVE : unskilled superiors AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE:  a good position that doesn’t require much work (he’ll do more anyway)

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  003 : THOUGHTS .

FIRST  THOUGHTS  WAKING  UP :  gets up almost immediately so it’s just “up and go” also work WHAT  THEY  THINK  ABOUT  MOST : work WHAT  THEY  THINK  ABOUT  BEFORE  BED :  work. WHAT  THEY  THINK  THEIR  BEST  QUALITY  IS :  being hard working and taking initiative (in work)

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  004 : WHAT’S BETTER ?

SINGLE  OR  GROUP  DATES :  single dates, he prefers privacy TO  BE  LOVED  OR  RESPECTED : respected probably  BEAUTY  OR  BRAINS :  brains, dumbasses cause him pain (though also help him relax) DOGS  OR  CATS :  either is fine

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  005 :     DO THEY …

LIE : when necessary with straight face BELIEVE  IN  THEMSELF :  not particularly BELIEVE  IN  LOVE :  sure WANT  SOMEONE :  he would not answer this

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  006 :    HAVE THEY EVER …

BEEN  ON  STAGE :  no DONE  DRUGS : nope CHANGED  WHO  THEY  WERE  TO  FIT  IN :  thats his life he adjust to society constantly though his personality absolutely slips to the surface sometimes

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  007 : FAVORITES .

FAVOURITE  COLOR : doesnt have FAVOURITE  ANIMAL :  white and black, for practical reasons. Particular shade of purple has gained his liking though FAVOURITE  BOOK : nonfiction, math problems possibly FAVOURITE  GAME:  math games

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  008 : AGE .

DAY  THEIR  NEXT  BIRTHDAY  WILL  BE :  i thought i had written my hc up to stats page! turns out i didnt! aaaa!!!! HOW  OLD  WILL  THEY  BE : 31

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“ I’ve been here so long I’ve gotten all adjusted and I’m content but... Of course I still have people I miss but I feel a little uncertain of which universe it is that I’d like to return to... “

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follow posts return... maybe?

Hey everyone!

Some of you who have been RPing on Tumblr in MFRPs for years might remember this, but you used to be able to follow people who liked a post from that post. So we used to use something called “follow posts” where everyone in the group at the time would like it, and then you could easily follow the entire masterlist that way as opposed to having to go to every blog individually.

It made following the masterlist a lot easier, so of course eventually Tumblr took away that ability. Because of course they did. But in recent post updates it seems they have readded that functionality. So we’re going to run this post as a test to see if it works properly, since knowing the site there might be some nonsensical stipulation to how many likes show up or some nonsense like that.

All you need to do is this, basically:

like this post

click on the likes section of the notes

follow anyone in the group that you aren’t already following

If this works properly, we will put up a new post every month or so! It will make it much easier to make sure you’re following as much of the masterlist as possible. If it doesn’t work then we’ll unfortunately have to scrap the idea. But let’s see!

- the island stars.

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2 cap ad here too - if you muse knows him already you can like past if ur muse knows him?

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pashieon​:

Presumably, the mist has to end at some point; people are evacuating, so they must be going somewhere. Where that is, though, Anakin doesn’t really know. He hasn’t exactly had much success when it comes to getting out of here yet. So, no – he doesn’t really know what direction they should be heading.

The other’s comment makes him bristle not unlike an irritable animal.

❝ What, you got a better idea? ❞ Anakin says, defensive. Folding his arms over his chest, he turns his nose to the air, something stubborn in his expression as he adds, ❝ I’m following instinct. ❞ This, of course, is just another way of saying it was a random guess based on nothing but a whim. Luckily, Anakin’s judgement is great (according to himself).

❝ …How bad is it? ❞ he asks, frowning, though he obliges, moving to hook the other’s arm over his shoulder. He hefts the E-5 blaster up with his other hand. It’s probably better held with two hands… but, whatever. Hopefully they won’t even need to use it.

“ I meant nothing by it.  Deep apologies.“

He does not sound apologetic at all.

“ There is an option to return to our lodgings but I’m not sure if it’s any more safe either... Or maybe closed building could do - I’m not sure either. There is no magical solution, I am aware of that.“

He come off sharper than intended but cares not to fix his tone. They could try to get there but again they’re still surrounded by a thick mist. Whether closed building would keep anything out, he simply doesn’t know enough to say for sure.

“ I’m sure it’ll be fine in no time as soon as I’m able to rest it... “

He pauses. Eyes moving to the weapon on the other’s hand. When he continues his voice is a little quieter though still a little business-like.

“ I’ll owe you one. “

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prieldi​:

Aside from the creature’s head, the boombird looks like a regular bird – at least from a distance. Perhaps the illusion is broken when closer, but from where Peter’s standing, if he were to cover up the speaker-head with his thumb, it could easily pass for a real bird. It’s because of the way it moves; everything it does is smooth, fluid, just a little too realistic. It’s uncanny.

In a world where magic is real, Peter’s sort of stopped questioning the existence of the bizarre. Perhaps he’s spent too much time in the Cotes Fantasci Ward, where the line between fantasy and reality is next to nonexistent, but when pixies are real, it doesn’t seem like that much of a stretch to think that maybe this creature is, too.

Either way, neither of them really knows.

Leaning back a little on his heels, Peter shrugs and nods quickly at the same time. ❝ Well – yeah. Yeah, I mean – sure. ❞ He jams his hands into the depths of his jacket pockets, sucking his lips in over his teeth. ❝ So it… it just plays music, then? ❞

He wonders if any books on them exist within the libraries. Someone must have studied them at some point at very least? He should take a look. They’re just bird they can’t be in such secrecy that there wouldn’t be. 

“ Mm. I’ve only ever heard it once so I’m not sure how common it is... “

“ There were lyrics too, a deep chesty voice even but I somehow doubt that’s the birds own voice? I heard them once when I was returning from a job...“

As he recalled it was something about never giving up and never letting anyone down. 

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sanctummilitis​:

His lack of enthusiasm might not have been lost, though having come from the modern era himself (at least, prior to the world from which he had been summoned here from), it may have been down to observing many a time the tactic. If there were truly other products capable of achieving appearances in multiple media, and even songs created, to further their reach, then there must surely be many of remarkable quality still to be experienced. Her head nodded, though how much sank in could be debated.

“yes, you understand. Consuming them too hastily would deprive the longevity of the experience, and after struggling to locate them, it would be disastrous to run out too soon. Your advice will stand firm. We were truly fortunate to have come at this hour and acquire something vital for the both of us — this must be an omen for how the morning shall start your quest for new employment”.

“ .... “ 

It must be quite a game to grasp her heart enough to buy several packets of instant noodles. In the end different sort of things brought solace to different people. He supposes at very least it contributes to someone’s business revenue if nothing else.

Still. It’s all very head clearing. Focusing on small mundane things such as this.

“ Well. Perhaps so. I certainly am content...“

“ Perhaps ... If nothing else works then perhaps I can simply start something myself? “

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𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒  𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   (NOT ACCEPTING)

@castilium​ sent:  ❛ you can’t wake up if you never got to sleep. ❜

“ ....miss. “

Whether he’s got any room to criticize others or perhaps it’s because he understands things like this that he can. Seiichirou’s not sure but he feels it’s almost his job to correct when others do the same. And he is serious about his job. 

He shoots a grave glare at her. He will not let this poor thing experience the 12 hours work fatigue.

“ If you don’t rest I’m not going to let you help me anymore. “

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ofc stone ocean cour 2 comes out when im planning to run replies here... ill still try to deal with the replies here this weekend though

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𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

❛ all the sudden i got a random burst of energy, and i think it’s my body’s last hurrah before it completely shut down. ❜ ❛ i’m not superstitious… but i am a little stitious. ❜ ❛ when someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is, having a look around the room and saying ‘haven’t decided yet’ is typically a good response. ❜ ❛ not trying to brag or anything, but i can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety, so… ❜ ❛ i came out here to attack people and i’m honestly having such a good time right now. ❜ ❛ fool me once, i’m gonna kill you. ❜ ❛ i feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on. ❛ died and came back as a cowboy, i call that reintarnation. ❜ ❛ you can’t wake up if you never got to sleep. ❜ ❛ you can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'are we about to kiss?’ ❜ ❛ you seem familiar, have i threatened you before? ❜ ❛ some of you may die, but that’s a sacrifice i’m willing to make. ❜ ❛ if i can’t cause tiny bits of chaos every day, i think my body will shut down. ❜ ❛ theater kids are just choir kids who joined forces with the band and strings kids. ❜ ❛ i am very small and i have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that i’m under. ❜ ❛ maybe the true treasure was friendship all along. but i hope not, because i can’t spend friendship on new clothes. ❜ ❛ okay stop asking me if i’m straight, gay, bi, whatever. i identify as a fucking threat. ❜ ❛ i’m usually that person who has no idea what’s going on. ❜ ❛ what doesn’t kill me should run, because now i’m fucking pissed. ❜ ❛ my life isn’t as glamorous as my wanted poster makes it look like. ❜ ❛ i’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal’ like, you don’t know that. neither do i. i have never died even once. nothing has been proven yet. stop making assumptions. ❜ ❛ if you can’t beat them, dress better than them. ❜ ❛ 'person of interest’ is almost too flattering. ❜ ❛ drink your school, stay in drugs, and get 8 hours of drugs. ❜ ❛ physically, yes, i could fight a bird. but emotionally? imagine the toll. ❜ ❛ you’ll have a hard time believing this because it never happens but i made a mistake. ❜ ❛ my expectations were low but holy fuck. ❜ ❛ well, well, well… if it isn’t my old friend: the dawning realization that i fucked up bad. ❜ ❛ dear friend, your gift this year… is me. that’s right, another year of friendship. your membership has been renewed. ❜ ❛ i’ve come to a point in my life where i need a stronger word than fuck. ❜ ❛ i have met some of the most insufferable people. but they also met me. ❜ ❛ new year, same me. because i’m perfect. ❜ ❛ just because i’m too short to reach the lowest self in the cabinet doesn’t mean you shouldn’t watch out for your kneecaps. ❜ ❛ forgive me father, for i have sinny-sin-sinned. ❜ ❛ so apparently the 'bad vibes’ i’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress. ❜ ❛ with great power comes great need to take a nap. wake me up later. ❜ ❛ behold, the field in which i grow my fucks! lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren! ❜ ❛ sometimes i’ll start a sentence and i don’t even know where it’s going. i just hope i find it along the way. ❜ ❛ i was born for politics. i have great hair and i love lying. ❜ ❛ schrödinger’s cat is overrated. if you wanna see something that’s ❛ both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day. ❜

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porteurdereve​:

That familiar face, the face the Warrior of Light bares when she could not achieve her goal based on her mortal limitations. It is the very same expression all the Scions wore when they felt helpless in the most dire time. G’raha swallows the knot growing in his throat, understanding on a personal level what the man endures in his moment of giving up work.

“Ah, G’raha, if you will.”

The man, Kondou Siichirou, demands an explanation. G’raha cannot give him one so easily. If he understood how he arrived to his apartment, he would, yet G’raha stands uncertain in the bedroom. He glances left and right before giving a slight shrug of his shoulders. 

“’Tis a mystery. I faintly remember falling asleep, and I awoke in your home. Regardless of my arrival, I remain determined to lend my aid.” G’raha turns around to leave the bedroom, taking a moment to look back and nod his head, “Of course, Kondou Seiichirou, I shall ask your assistance if I require it.”

G’raha leaves for nearly half an hour before he returns to the bedroom with a bowl of porridge decorated with various fruits and drizzled with honey. He sets the bowl on the opening of the bedside table before he kneels down by Seiichirou’s bed.

“Now, pray, eat as much as you can while I work on the matters you mentioned earlier.”

“ ... I see. “

That leaves Seiichirou with more questions than answers but seeing as the other seems to be in similar position, Seiichirou simply resigns to that lack of information. He’s in no condition to figure it out anyway. 

“ As long as there’s no hidden cameras.. “ he mumbles as he begins his calculations. Nap sounds tempting but he’s afraid that if he sleeps now he’ll end up not awaking until following day, with possibly even more tasks on his back to bear. 

The half an hour passes in silence, only scratch of pen on the paper and occasional sounds of calculator filling the air. Tirelessly it goes on without stopping until this G’raha, person, arrives. 

“ Hmm. Look at that. You seem to have knack for this. “

He moves the papers sliding them to side before grabbing the bowl. 

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sanctummilitis​:

His tone conveyed bewilderment at kindest and scepticism at harshest. certainly under ordinary circumstances, such item would bear little of merit outside of affordability, and there should have been nothing to get so enamoured by, making all the more perplexing the Servant’s fascination, encapsulated by her virtually spinning on the spot in order to face him directly. “These cannot be any ordinary instant noodles!

They have featured heavily in one of the digital games released to the XStar consoles, and even recently acquired a song dedicated specifically to them. It is a tremendous marketing campaign that only the most prestigious brand must be capable of expending. They must be if legendary quality for such widespread attention. Before long, they may even be an anime produced featuring personifications of them”. That might be going a little too far, even she would recognise the absurdity of the hypothetical once the initial rush quelled. “Needless to say, I had yet to sight them in person, and cannot pass up this opportunity. If they are notably small in price, then mayhaps an entire display crate would not be too ludicrous a purchase and disrupt my budget”.

“ ....ah. “

He does think of it but he musn’t say it -  he still owes a plenty to Saber for her help and support, he can’t simply ruin this mundane joy she finds over these items...He knows it’s but a marketing ploy. He’s seen it in stores from time to time - collaborations between games and other media which he’s rarely ever familiar with. They bring out new customers, rising sales and raking in profits for a limited amount of time. There’s usually little - if any - difference between the ordinary product and the collaboration item, as far as he knows, sometimes there might be a different flavours but that’s about it.

“ Ah, well. It certainly is ah... a limited opportunity. “

“ You musn’t eat too many instant noodles though... It’s not good for stomach. 

She is right about the price however. If bought in moderation it’d be fine--